The white-haired old man said and said, he rarely showed a light smile, although he was already an old man, his smile was like the plum blossoms blooming in the cold winter and snow moon so amazing, he coughed a few times and muttered: "I will come to accompany you soon, I hope don't blame me, I'm just worried that you are too lonely"

Before the words fell, I heard Zhang Yu shouting excitedly from outside the house: "Grandpa... Grandpa, I deduced the tree "Listening to the voice, the person has already run into the house, Zhang Yu has lived in the grass house for so long, and he has already discovered that this old man has the habit of gazing at this portrait every day.

Presumably, the woman in this painting is extremely important to him, Zhang Yu didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the old man, only to see the old man turn around and say leisurely: "Okay... Extrapolated good"

Zhang Yu had never heard the old man praise himself, even if he said half a "good" word, at this time, he was not only happy in his ears, but also suspicious in his heart.

The old man came to Zhang Yu's side and said, "Yu'er, you have finally succeeded, and you should go out."

Zhang Yu was stunned when he suddenly heard the old man say this, although the old man was not smiling, not good at words, and even didn't say anything to him, but from this old man, he felt the feeling of a relative, just like a real grandson.

At this time, when I heard the old man's words, I felt inexplicably sad in my heart, and then I thought again, "Yes, it's time for me to go out"

I heard the old man say again: "If you defeat me before this, I will let you out, but if you don't want to go out, you can do it as you like..."

Zhang Yu was also stunned when he heard this, he didn't know what the old man meant, and he thought about it in his heart: "The old man's martial arts are much better than mine, although he has learned the Xuanlong Divine Palm taught by the old man, how can I defeat him, is he trying to keep me? But grandpa said that he would not let me go if he didn't defeat him, how should this be good..."

The old man seemed to be talking to himself: "In the Three Yin Valley, the four seasons are like spring, I don't know the years, and it is good to fight with the world without fighting, at least there will not be so many troubles, but if there is something in my heart, it is also a kind of torment..."

Zhang Yu was shocked when he heard this, and secretly thought: "I still have to go out to find my sister, I still have to go to find it..."

He wanted to go to find Cheng Yuxi, but he didn't dare to think about it in his heart, so he said with a determined look: "Grandpa, I have to go out"

The old man said: "If you want to go out, then it depends on whether you have the ability to win against me" After a pause, he continued: "But I have a rule, you are only allowed to compete with me twice a day, if you are not defeated, you will fight again the next day, and you are not allowed to use me to hand over your "Xuanlong Divine Palm" Zhang Yu exclaimed, "Then without the Xuanlong Divine Palm, how can I defeat my grandfather."

The old man walked out of the house without saying a word, Zhang Yu followed him, the old man found two bamboo sticks from the bamboo forest, took one for himself, and handed one to Zhang Yu and said, "No matter what method you use, as long as you touch the corner of my clothes, you win."

Zhang Yu thought to himself: "The old man can't help but look down on me, even if you don't use the palm techniques he taught, what's the difficulty in touching the corners of his clothes."

Thinking like this, he clenched the bamboo stick and stabbed straight at the old man, his strength was not small, seeing that the old man did not dodge or dodge, he was afraid that he would stab the old man and deliberately regain the momentum, but he ran too fast and couldn't contain it, and when he saw that he was about to stab, his eyes closed in fright.

Unexpectedly, just when his bamboo stick was about to stab the old man's body, he turned his body slightly and avoided it, and Zhang Yu fell to the ground with a stumble. I only heard the old man say: "Don't have the kindness of a woman, just think of me as a great wicked person, otherwise you should have risen in this deep valley in the year and month like you."

Zhang Yu got up and plucked up his courage and said: "Grandpa, you are so powerful, how can I make enemies of you, your old man has the intention to make me unable to get out of this valley, yes or no?"

The old man said: "What's the matter?" Zhang Yu couldn't help but feel angry when he heard this, picked up the bamboo stick and hit it again, the old man didn't care. No matter how Zhang Yu whipped, he was always dodged or blocked or avoided by the old man, not to mention that he couldn't attack the corner of the old man's clothes even within a foot of his body, and he tossed himself extremely embarrassed.

Zhang Yu threw the bamboo stick on the ground in anger and said: "Grandpa, I won't fight with you, I can't beat you anyway, I won't go out of this valley, just take care of you here."

The old man sighed and seemed to say to himself: "I don't know if she misses me or not, if she knows that I am hiding in the mountains and not looking for her, I don't know if she is angry or not."

In fact, the old man lived in the same room with Zhang Yu, Zhang Yu was sometimes chanting the names of the two women in his sleep, and the old man listened to it.

Sure enough, when Zhang Yu heard this, he remembered Cheng Yuxi and Zhang Qing'er, picked up the bamboo stick on the ground and wanted to attack again, but the old man turned around and said, "Let's fight again tomorrow."

A bright full moon sparkled in the trickle of the Three Yin Valley... The lush forest, the insects and birds from time to time, made Zhang Yu, who was restless in the grass house at this time, unable to fall asleep.

recalls all kinds of things when I was a child, thinks of what happened in Chengjiazhuang, thinks of Cheng Yuxi and Zhang Qinger, and thinks of the days when I get along with the old man in recent months, I don't know where to go in the future...

Zhang Yu fell asleep in a daze, I don't know how long it took, he suddenly faintly heard someone singing outside the house, the voice was bright, the breath was long, he was stunned and thought: "What is the old man singing outside the house in the middle of the night?"

Rubbing his eyes to wake up, he stood up, the moonlight outside the window reflected in the hut and pulled up a long shadow of his body, Zhang Yu leaned on the window and looked out.

I saw that the old man was holding a bamboo root in one hand, and he was chanting at this time, only to hear his chanting, "The flying sword breaks the clouds, and the princes come to the west" He sang while practicing the moves in his hand, although the old man's movements were slow, Zhang Yu couldn't understand it and thought, "Isn't this similar to the sword moves made by the black boy who saw it in Chengjiazhuang, but the old man's tricks are much more clever than the black boy."

He only knew that the old man's tricks were smooth, free, and beautiful, and he couldn't say where the specific wisdom was, so he only heard the old man continue to chant: "Patrol the sea day by day, drive the stone and drive the vicissitudes"

The tricks are all wonderful, Zhang Yu was dazzled and thought, "I might as well remember how many times he entertained him when I fought with the old man tomorrow, I would definitely touch the corner of his clothes by surprise" Thinking like this, his eyes widened, looking at the tricks in the old man's hand.

The old man chanted one after another: "I once saw it in the present day, the red color shines on the cold; the phoenix bird sings in the West Sea, and wants to gather no precious wood; the fine light shoots the heaven and the earth, and the thunder soars unrushed; the Wu water is ten thousand feet deep, and the Chu Mountain is a thousand heavy; the natural gods and ghosts are lurking, and nothing is empty; the wind and forest are slender and the moon sets, and the clothes are dewed and the qin is open; the sword dance is outstanding, and the bow and beast can be shot; the red feather is a thousand husbands, and the Yellow River is frozen in October. Outside the desert, the speed of God is still called;

The old man's voice was extremely thick, and every sentence fell with the potential of swallowing mountains and rivers, and one move was faster than one move, and it seemed to have the posture of galloping the world.

Zhang Yu was fascinated by it, and he felt that the person in front of him was no longer the strange old man who was lonely and depressed and didn't understand human feelings, but a heroic man who looked at the world in all directions.

Seeing that the old man had stopped his move and walked into the house, he was afraid that the old man would find out, so he hurriedly turned around and got into the quilt. I only heard the old man lying down, he felt a little at ease, and unconsciously silently recited the old man's sword moves, and at the same time evolved the old man's moves in his heart.